Author's Note: Aye lads and lassies! How'd you like the last chapter? Pretty sweet, right? I could literally CRY right now… I love Fangle! I need a Fangle tee-shirt an fan art and EVERYTHING (dork overload)! To be honest, I have Fangle artwork on my bedroom wall. And it's pretty decent, too.
I don't want to turn this note into a story, and start telling MY own life story, (so far) but I just want to put out how happy I am right now. I've been busting my camel humps (I AM A CAMEL) over this book, and I've fallen in an absolute TRANCE with the characters. I've never thought that the animatronics were evil. At one point I did, but now I know they're misunderstood. I still play the game, (for funzies) since it's for radical dames (and guys, too) who like to play games. But other than that, I will say nothing. Keep readin'! Thank you for making me feel like I just got bombed with warm fuzzies! XD!
-FnafLover1243
Chapter Seven
As Foxy and I walked out of the Cove, we sprinted over to the Parts and Services room in a mad dash. Thankfully, only Bonnie 1.0 was sitting inside, and looked like the loneliest animatronic I've basically ever seen. Foxy looked around the hall, to check and see if anyone was around. Nobody was.
"Lass, walk into the Parts and Services room. Check if anyone's in there." I walked slowly into the room, only to see Bonnie 1.0 again.
"Clear." I whispered into his ear. Foxy barged into the door, and locked it behind him.
"Now lass," Foxy started. "We haven't got much time… Every once in a while, check outside and make sure nobody's there, k'? And make sure the door's locked… We can't let anyone know right now. We need them to calm down a bit." I nodded my head.
"Hey Bonnie! Guess whose lucky day it is, mate?"
Nothing.
"Yours! We broke the wall to get a Bonnie mask! The lass and I know how to fix you up, Bonn. EVERYTHING'S gonna go swell, 'k? You'll have a face again! It might be your ol' one, but it might be a new one! You'll find out soon enough!" Foxy smiled at Bonnie, like this was going to be one of his best days. And in a way, it would be. After years without having a face, and being almost not able to talk, you'd be happy, too.
"Hey pretty thing, can you get ol' Foxy a screwdriver and some 1 inch screws? Bring em' all over. The screwdrivers." It may have been unnoticeable because I already had pre-applied red to my cheeks, but I was blushing.
I quickly slinked over to the back of the room, where all of the tools were. There were hammers, wrenches and tidbits of plastic, but no screwdrivers, or screws to match it. I frantically looked all over, until I knew that they were gone.
"Foxy? Another problem… The parts we need are gone. They're PROBABLY by the wall… I heard that staff called in some people to fix it." Foxy turned to me.
"Damn! Lass, can ye fetch 'em fer me? We need them, and quick." I nodded once more.
"Yeah, I can. It might take a while, though. People might be there." Foxy turned back to Bonnie.
"That's okay, lass. Just try to hurry back, k'?"
I ran out the door, closing it softly behind me. Foxy went up and locked it.
"Knock 5 times, then we'll let ya in, lass. We want to make sure it's you."
"Okay." I responded. I swiftly made my way through the hallway to where the broken wall was. As I got there, I heard people talking. And to be honest, they weren't that far of a distance away.
"Okay Scott, that'll be about $819.99. For re-boarding, putting up a new wall, painting over, and doing it all in one day, that'll be your total." Probably another exoskeleton. Those things were everywhere. WE called them humans, since the exoskeletons referred themselves to 'humans' and 'people. What a sick joke.
I stared at the wall. To be honest, the person that redid the wall really bombed his job. The wall looked seedy and actually older than the rest of the place. I ignored the fact that people can't do their jobs correctly, and started searching for the tools I needed.
As in an instant, I immediately found a screwdriver. Perfect, I thought. I instantly got down to my hands and knees, until I heard a noise.
"I'm back." Whispered a small but mighty voice.
"Oh my god! Who's that?" I shrieked silently. I had jumped a little, and made more than a little bit of sound. The talking in the other room stopped, but then continued.
"What was that?" Asked an unfamiliar voice. It sounded almost exact, compared to the man that was listing out prices.
"Sometimes we have some… How do you put it? Well, weird things happen here sometimes. Just ignore it." I sighed with relief. No manhunts today. I continued on my hunt for screws.
"Who do you think that was?" It asked.
"OH, it's you! How's it going? I forgot about you!" I said. I instinctively set my hands on the floor and moved them around. I quickly hit a bag of nails.
Score! I was just trying to ignore the bird on my back at this point.
"He REALLY likes you, now." It said. "He's thinking about you. He really liked preforming with you, and wishes you two could do it again. He's falling for you, and he's falling into the deep."
I paused for a moment, staying on the floor. "Wait, what do you mean, 'into the deep'?"
The bird snickered. "He's losing his mind, Mangle. He just wants to be with you. Not anybody else, just you. He would die for you, Mangle. He's loved you ever since you've joined us. He would never let you go. He's hung out with you all day… He wanted it to be a date… You know you like him Mangle… He has a great personality, and is the most handsome guy you've ever met… I know you've thought it before… I can still read your mind, even if you try to dismiss me. I've listened to every thought of yours…" I suddenly got up, and then started walking to the Parts and Services room. Who said he really loved me? Freddy never did. Chica never did. Bonnie never did, but it wasn't like he could speak, anyways. I didn't want to get a big head about this. This bird was probably a joke. Either that, or I had Schizophrenia.
"Just STOP it, okay! I'll only listen to you if Foxy tells me himself HE likes me! I'm not going to listen to some DUMB parrot that I only met a couple of hours ago! I mean, why? I don't even know your name! You've been attached to me for 6 freakin' months, and have never talked to me then! Why even bother? He'll probably NEVER like me, okay? Even though I like him… I mean I don't, but I do… AAARGH! I just don't know anymore! I just. Don't. Know! I can't even believe you, since I just can't. Something about you seems weird, and untrustworthy. He's a really nice guy, but he just doesn't know it yet. He's lived for years, and years longer than me. But let me tell you something. HE has potential. All his life, he's thought that he's just some big, GRAND mistake! He's not! He's a loving, caring animatronic! He's better than you! And you're PART of ME! Yeah, I guess I've kind of liked him ever since I set my eyes on him… He might have a bad temper sometimes, but he's NEVER been mean to me! EVER! You know what? I love him too much to listen to you. You're feeding me bad information, and I don't even know if HALF of it's true! I do love him, but I wouldn't want to tell him… I wouldn't want to jeopardize our friendship. I wouldn't want to make anything awkward. I've scared off children SO many times, that I'm used to be taken apart for kids to keep them amused for just a while! HE'S finally made me feel better about myself, but just the tiniest bit. I've hung out with him today, and he already makes me feel IMPORTANT and LOVED! Not like some piece of garbage off the side of the road. He understands me, and that's all I need. That's all I ever wanted."
I quickly covered my mouth. I had been screaming the whole time.
"Umm, lass?" I heard. "I actually feel the same way for you."
There he was, standing smack-dab in the hallway. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks, and embarrassment flowing through me. Trembling, I dropped the screwdriver and screws. The bag broke open, and screws rolled everywhere. I briskly turned around and ran the in the other direction. Crying, I looked back, and made the slightest bit of eye contact. He was still there.
It was Foxy.
